Adult Classics – Part One

The Golden Age of Porn refers to the time period (late 60’s through mid 80’s) in which the adult film genre entered mainstream consciousness.  Earlier X-rated films were heavy on the X and light on story, technique, art, and decorum. They were regularly watched at stag parties (now called Bachelor parties) as a prelude to exotic dancers. Civilized women didn’t watch porn then; it was a guy thing. Then along came the movie Deep Throat (Gerard Damiano 1972) starring the late Linda Lovelace; and porn chic was born. It didn’t last long, but what I loved most about the era was the rise of Porn Queens (e.g. Samantha Fox, Arcadia Lake, Veronica Hart, Annette Haven, Candida Royalle, and Seka) the likes of which no longer exist.

Classic adult films are available online and may add a little pizzazz to your repertoire of sexy activities if you’re into enjoying or exploring them. Excessive porn, like excessive anything, isn’t generally a good thing. And of course, if your partner doesn't wish to partake, by all means don’t ever insist. Mutual fun is the key to everything. There are many classic adult films that are better than others if you’re up for it.

Centerfold Fever (Richard Milner 1981) starring Samantha Fox and Tiffany Clark is an upbeat film about the search for the perfect model. B. Bola, Kandi Barbour, Lisa Be, Marc “10 ½” Stevens, and Ron Jeremy round out the all-star cast.  Ron’s reality-show fans might love to see him with a full head of hair and six-pack abs. The film is not known for its great dialogue or artistic brilliance. It is, however, comedic and fun to watch (most of the time).

You can expect to see * lots of graphic sex scenes * small natural breasts * large natural breasts * hairy vulvas and their male counterparts (mostly not well coiffed) * no unusual piercings * few tattoos * scary looking dildos * lots of projectile cum shots * and more brunettes than blondes. The hottest segment of Centerfold Fever is a panoramic Female Orgy inter-cut with scenes of Marc Stevens performing a live sex show with Jill Monroe.  Steamy. Steamy. Steamy. Remember, Centerfold Fever is not anything like Sex And The City – Gone Wild. This is the real deal, hard core, explicit porn. Viewer Beware.  

The Mortal King Doth Protest

Blogging about The Perils Of Goddessness (e.g. becoming too much of a Diva to do housework) has come back to bite me in my Goddess Ass.  My sweet husband made a gentle comment last night about the domestic status quo.  When I asked him if that was a complaint, he responded, "No, just an observation."  How can you not want to do more when you're married to a sweetheart such as mine.  So... I've been assigned several new duties which I'm determined to do thoroughly and with gratitude.

The Perils Of Goddessness

I've never considered (until recently) the potential for a downside to Goddessness. Although it’s not a terrible snag for me; it could be problematic for emerging Goddesses with partners less appreciative than my sweetheart of a husband.  What is this danger you ask?  You can become a Goddess Diva.

It’s no longer a surprise to me that the origin and history of the word diva is this: It. diva "goddess, fine lady," from L. diva "goddess," fem. of divus "divine (one)." Online Etymology Dictionary, © 2010 Douglas Harper 

We’ve all heard stories (ad nauseam) of Hollywood Hotties, divas who embrace their adulation and privileged treatment as a right. Celebrities, clearly, aren’t the only individuals who can fall prey to the temptations of divahood. Take me for example. My Goddess persona began as a fun game of sensuality, sexuality, and intimacy. My honey was (and still is) on board with whatever amusements I conjure up. I am the Goddess; he is the enchanted mortal King.

Little did I know that my Goddessness would eventually permeate my earthly life.  One by one my domestic responsibilities went by the wayside.  I began to feel that my sole purpose in life was to have fun and be contagiously happy.  Consider the elements which recently contributed to the making of a perfectly joyful day.

* I woke up early and went to the track for an hour of glorious and sweaty exercise.* I meditated with my BFF Debra.* Deb and I went to one of our favorite spiritual venues, Flat Rock Brook, where we enjoyed a luscious day in nature made complete by singing frogs frolicking in the water.* When my wise friend suggested we go to lunch instead of rushing home to do some housework, I replied in the affirmative (of course).

Later on in the evening, when my honey and I were alone in our love nest, I told him all about my wonderful day. Not once, did he mention the dishes in the sink, the backlog of laundry, or the litter boxes that needed to be refreshed. He simply said, “I’m glad you had a nice day;” and he kissed me.

My Goddess inspired response was this: Silk Road by Kitaro (the music), a neon lit Pink Flamingo (the lighting), a Bath and Body Works Caribbean Escape Candle (the fragrance), and a significantly better adventure than he would have gotten had he complained about my domestic neglect.

The moral of this story is this. When a happy Goddess becomes a carnal mastermind, the perils of Goddessnes may not be an issue.